It’s interesting being a parent of biracial children in that like with most things with motherhood, I’m fumbling around in the dark.
Digging through my 5-year-old’s backpack, I ran across a worksheet on Martin Luther King, Jr. Curious, I asked him what he learned about King in school.
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He told me that white people used to not let brown people do things and King made a lot of white people mad because he was helping the brown people.
Hmmm. Well, kinda.
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It’s been 10 years. And all 10 were fast, fun, loving, crazy and inspiring. Hubby and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary, and it was fun to reminisce about how we became “we.”
We met in undergraduate school at the University of Missouri. I had an assignment in one of my journalism classes to visit the other mediums of the craft. Naturally I forgot this until my teacher’s assistant reminded us that we had to turn in our assignments the following day. Thankfully I’d already … Read more ...
If you read this blog regularly, you know my Hubby is white. And if you’re new here, hopefully you’ve gotten the clue from my logo that I’m black.
Our wedding day.
We’re an interracial couple with blended boys and we wouldn’t have it any other way. As an interracial pair, we’ve had our random racist experiences, but we’ve also had many positive, enriching ones.
When I read about the couple in Kentucky who “inspired” a ban on mixed race couples, my heart broke for them. … Read more ...